When it was almost time to get off work, Zhou Ting opened the door and came in.
She held a big box in her hand and said with a smile: "Xiaojue, this is my Christmas gift to you, do you like it?"
Huang Xiaojue opened the box and found thirty scarves inside.
He slowly said: "Zhou Ting, why did you give me so many scarves?"
She made a face: "Xiaojue, don't be angry after I told you."
"What's wrong?"
"Because I really found myself falling in love with you."
"!!!"
"I hope you have traces of me all over your body. I am very selfish and cannot tolerate the slightest lack of specificity in the man I love. So, Xiaojue, I burned that scarf of yours..."
"..."
"Your mother gave it to me. She said that the cashmere plaid scarf you always wear was given to you by Yan Xixi. This morning, she took me to your apartment and found this scarf. We
I burned the scarf on the spot...Xiaojue, I came here to apologize to you. You can change one of these thirty scarves every day, no matter what style you like..."
Burned!
She burned his scarf!
This woman, why should she?
At this moment, deep down in my heart, it was like looking at a terrifying female devil.
Huang Xiaojue stared at her flowery smile, and suddenly thought of Kang Min, Mrs. Ma in Jin Yong's novel. Kang Min was very poor when she was a girl. When she saw that the neighbor's little girl had a new dress, she was very jealous, so she quietly sneaked in and took the neighbor girl's new dress.
She was cut into pieces with scissors; when she grew up, because Qiao Feng didn't look at her twice at the Baihua Festival in Luoyang, she tried every means to torture Qiao Feng to death.
At this time, there was such a smiling face in front of her. No one could deny that Zhou Ting was indeed a very beautiful woman, with first-class temperament, demeanor and appearance.
However, the viciousness in her eyes was really chilling.
But her voice was extremely coquettish, she hugged his waist and whispered: "Xiaojue, are you angry? Don't be angry, okay? I'm just jealous... Really, I'm very jealous.
Yan Xixi... I'm jealous that you have loved her for so many years, and I'm jealous that you are still wearing her scarf... I can't let her live in your heart for a long time... Xiaojue, I just love you..."
Huang Xiaojue patted her and smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's okay. These many scarves are enough for me to last a lifetime."
Zhou Ting was overjoyed: "Is it true that I will never change again in my life?"
He laughed it off and looked surprisingly calm.
It was already late at night when Zhou Ting returned home.
Zhou's mother was still in the study. When she heard her daughter coming back, she immediately went downstairs.
Zhou Ting sat slumped on the sofa, Mrs. Zhou frowned: "Did Huang Xiaojue send you back?"
She sneered: "Don't mention it, I really hate this bitch Yan Xixi. If she doesn't die, I won't be able to feel at ease."
Mrs. Zhou's tone immediately became serious: "Ting'er, you must not mess around again. Huang Xiaojue has just successfully taken office, and your father's plan is gradually unfolding. If you cause any trouble at this time, there will undoubtedly be another problem.
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"What are you afraid of? I think it's better to do it in the United States. The United States is not necessarily a paradise, and you can legally own guns. School shootings are not uncommon. Just create a gimmick and kill Yan Xixi..."
